Page 194 of Collide
We return to Stockholm still drunk on each other, caught in the high—untouched, reckless, intoxicating.
Just us.
After a quick stop for essentials—condoms—we barely make it through the door of his apartment before we’re on each other again
“Welcome—” He doesn’t finish before my lips are on his, silencing any attempt at hospitality. My fingers grip his shirt, fumbling with the buttons until frustration wins out and I rip it open, buttons scattering across the hardwood floor.
Alex laughs breathlessly, pulling back just enough to raise an amused brow. “You’re eager.”
“You didn’t bring me here for sightseeing.” I smirk, my voice teasing as I tug him closer by the waistband of his jeans.
He groans softly, his mouth chasing mine as he tries to regain control. “But I had a whole tour planned. The balcony has an amazing?—”
“Right now, your dick is the only view I care about,” I whisper against his jaw, teeth grazing playfully.
“Well, if you insist, Darling.”
I shove him playfully, sending him sprawling backward onto the soft rug in the middle of his living room. His laughter is bright, and I’m loving this version of him. Fun and carefree.
I follow, climbing over him, straddling his hips, and run my hands over his chiseled torso before leaning down to capture his lips again.
His hands find my waist, squeezing gently as our kiss deepens. My fingers thread into his hair as I grind my hips against his hard cock growing beneath me.
“Jesus, Elena.”
“You want more?” I shift again.
He gasps as I press into him, his eyes heavy and hungry. “I like watching you be greedy.”
I giggle, heat pooling at my center as my hands slip between us as I tug his jeans open impatiently. “Then pay attention,” Iwhisper against his ear. “I’ll show you just how greedy I am for you.”
He chuckles breathlessly, as I palm his cock over his underwear. His laughter melts into a deep groan as I give him a firm squeeze. His needy hands lift my dress clean off my body, eyes widening when he sees I’m bare underneath.
“No underwear?” he murmurs, voice thick with appreciation.
“You like that?” I ask, staring down at him with a playful smirk.
He nods. “You dirty little girl.” His voice is raspy as he bites down on his lip, arching himself into me, his hard bulge brushes against my pussy. I moan softly, feeling the heat through the fabric of his briefs.
“I want you now.” Alex’s eyes darken, raw hunger flaring in their depths as he grabs me, flipping us swiftly and pinning me beneath the weight of his body. His mouth claims mine, hot and possessive, while he rocks his hips against my aching center. I grind into him shamelessly, desperate friction turning me into a feral cat in heat. Just as pleasure threatens to swallow me whole, he flips me again, forcing my body flat against the floor, his dominance leaving me breathless and craving more. “I got this rug in Morocco,” he whispers wickedly. “How about we make a mess of it?”
I hear him put on a condom, then he squeezes my ass with both hands, yanking my hips up, before he slides into me slowly, inch by inch.
My mouth goes slack; of all the positions we’ve tried over the last few days, this has to be my favorite. Face down, ass up.
His grip tightens on my hips, holding me steady as he sinks deeper, finding that rhythm that makes my breath hitch. “Fuck, Elena,” he rasps as he runs one hand down my back, grabbing the nape of my neck, his fingers running through my hair, and I melt at the feeling. “You feel incredible like this,” he says ashe snakes a hand around, toward my clit, rubbing it with each thrust. “Your pussy was made for me.”
I moan shamelessly, fingers curling into the rug beneath us, sensations spiraling through me as he drives himself deeper. “Harder, Alex. Fuck me harder,” I beg. Meeting him thrust for thrust.
Alex grunts. “So greedy.” He picks up the pace, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body, the sound of our skin slapping against each other echoes off the walls.
Tingles rise through me as I feel myself inching closer to orgasm.
“Alex!” I cry, coming apart as my arousal runs down my inner thighs, ecstasy rolling over me in waves. Seconds later, Alex follows, gripping my thighs tighter as he fucks my boneless body to climax, calling out my name before collapsing on me.
Breathless and spent, he presses soft kisses along my shoulder, making me shiver.
“I think we officially ruined the rug,” I whisper, feeling the dampness at my knees.
